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Weddings in the Age of Instagram

Abigail Radnor writes that the days of the intimate do are over: in 2015, you need a creative vision, a hashtag and a Pinterest account.

Bride and groom in the park Bride and groom in the park. Provided by Freepik

One February afternoon, my boyfriend Jamie suggested we spend the rest of our lives together. I was eating a cheese toastie, it was a grey Monday in our flat, and I thought he was winding me up. But it turned out he’d been planning this: that evening, we went out for dinner and our parents (his, my mother and her partner) were waiting for us at the restaurant. Seeing all four of them around a table, with huge smiles on their faces, I burst into tears.

And then the talk turned to the wedding.

“How about September?” my mum proposed.

“September 2016?” my very new fiance asked, tentatively.

“No, this September. Just get it done. A lovely, late-summer wedding. Obviously we’re not waiting until next summer.” My mother, as she had made abundantly clear over the previous six months, and most of my adult life, had waited long enough.

“That’s a bit quick,” we both spluttered.

“What do you want from your wedding?” my future father-in-law asked me, excitedly. “You must have thought about it.”

But the truth was, I really hadn’t. I had no tea-towel-as-veil sessions as a little girl. I was preoccupied with playing offices, or pretending to be a baseball player (a minor obsession with the film A League Of Their Own).

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